I truly wish you nothing but the best. Health, love and spirit. In the year and 9 months we were together, you brought so much love, warmth and comfort. I understand that you were masking, as you weren’t always as enthusiastic as I was. I wish you knew you didn’t have to mask around me. I wish I paid attention more so I could tell you that. I wish you could’ve been yourself around me. We broke up so you can get better. And from I’ve seen, you have. I wish we could’ve been something, friends or anything else. But, I’ve been a closed chapter in your book for a while now. I need to stop rereading yours. Moving in was hard, but I don’t cry when I think of you any more. I smile because of good memories. I’m writing this because it’s my final day of holding onto you. I’m letting you.